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Beauty [Summer Rain] (The Independent)

Beauty (Summer Rain)

244
THE INDEPENDENT
Vol. 118, No. 4004
charter a taxi to the Senate Office Building where
almost any one of the Old Guard will put aside more
important matters to absorb such sure signs of
revolt. Lack of attention from the great statesmen
that have guided the course of the Republican party
for the last four years seems to be the high note
in this dismal chorus.
The national committeemen, according to the
current gossip, have had to draw in their belts,
never a pleasant experience for any practical gentleman. As a result, the Republican machine in many
States has been let "go hang," as they express it,
and the local committeeman cuts about as much ice
as a cucumber in a pumpkin field.
I do not regard this discordant harmony as serious, however. It is raised at one time or another
by almost everyone who ultimately appreciates the
frugality of mind and spirit of the present heads of
the Administration. My scouts inform me that the
committeemen who have been most severely pinched
are from those States where the organization has
been subservient to some old standpat Republican
Senator, never recorded in Mr. Stearns' book as
particularly devout to his Calvin. To my mind, it
proves a plain case of starving recalcitrant — to
Coolidge — Republicans into submission.
One stalwart of the party, into whose ears these
yelps of discomfort were chokingly poured, remarked: "What would you expect? Last June when
I had many speaking engagements in my primary
campaign I received word from headquarters to
come back to Washington and stand by the Administration in an important vote. At considerable
personal sacrifice, and at the cost of upsetting all
my campaign plans, I did as ordered. Do you think
I received a word of thanks from the White House
or from Butler or from anybody else? Not much.
I tell you many of us are pretty sore."
Of course, the feeling so eloquently expressed by
this Old Guard Senator represents the sentiment of
nearly ninety per cent of the others.
In an article early in the session I was foolish
enough to predict that no farm legislation would
be taken up at this session. By the time this piece
appears in print a farm bill of some sort will most
probably have been passed and be lying on Mr.
Coolidge's desk yawning for his signature or veto.
In forecasting that no earnest move to take up
the agricultural bills would be made I had underestimated the disfavor in which Mr. Coolidge is
held by all but a few of the Republican Senators.
While it was originally their intention to let the
matter go over until the next Congress, thereby
thrusting the disagreeable episode on him in the
tremulous days just prior to a national convention,
while, indeed, he was actively rounding up the
negro delegations, of the South, they could not
restrain their impetuosity and somewhat unwisely,
it will appear, they made the drive at this early date.
Whatever the outcome of this delicate matter
I do not look to see Mr. Coolidge damaged beyond
repair. Damaged somewhat he assuredly will be,
but not so much as the Senatorial clique hopes.
WHEN the Senate formed an alliance between
the farm bloc and the banking bloc to make
farm relief the unfinished business, the joy that
spread over many a Republican countenance was
unmistakable. The meeting was held in Mr. Dawes*
office off the Senate chamber. The customary bickering between the farm and banking leaders prevailed until Dawes thumped his desk and announced:
"I'm chairman of this meeting and this is what
you're going to do . . ." There and then he outlined
a unanimous-consent agreement which was presented to the Senate the next day.
Predicating his glee on the assumption that the
farm bill would be sent to the President, one ecstatic
Republican rejoiced: "He's caught either way.
If he vetoes it, Lowden will be made as a Republican candidate. If he signs it the Western crowd
will believe they have him on the run, and Wall
Street will say in disgust, 'Why, here's another
painted lath.' "
And this spirit of gleeful, open revolt is galloping
all over Capitol Hill.
\^X>
Beauty
I stayed in the field though the rain was beginning to fall
While the whips of lightning were cracking above my head
And watched the rain fingers lift my sun beaten corn
Like Christiana miracle bringing life to the dead.
It was none of my doing and yet I felt like a god
Bestowing his pity and strength in the way he designed.
Then the feeling passed and I stood there drenched to the skin
Trying to eteh the picture deep in my mind.
WjL
James Hearst.

244
THE INDEPENDENT
Vol. 118, No. 4004
charter a taxi to the Senate Office Building where
almost any one of the Old Guard will put aside more
important matters to absorb such sure signs of
revolt. Lack of attention from the great statesmen
that have guided the course of the Republican party
for the last four years seems to be the high note
in this dismal chorus.
The national committeemen, according to the
current gossip, have had to draw in their belts,
never a pleasant experience for any practical gentleman. As a result, the Republican machine in many
States has been let "go hang," as they express it,
and the local committeeman cuts about as much ice
as a cucumber in a pumpkin field.
I do not regard this discordant harmony as serious, however. It is raised at one time or another
by almost everyone who ultimately appreciates the
frugality of mind and spirit of the present heads of
the Administration. My scouts inform me that the
committeemen who have been most severely pinched
are from those States where the organization has
been subservient to some old standpat Republican
Senator, never recorded in Mr. Stearns' book as
particularly devout to his Calvin. To my mind, it
proves a plain case of starving recalcitrant — to
Coolidge — Republicans into submission.
One stalwart of the party, into whose ears these
yelps of discomfort were chokingly poured, remarked: "What would you expect? Last June when
I had many speaking engagements in my primary
campaign I received word from headquarters to
come back to Washington and stand by the Administration in an important vote. At considerable
personal sacrifice, and at the cost of upsetting all
my campaign plans, I did as ordered. Do you think
I received a word of thanks from the White House
or from Butler or from anybody else? Not much.
I tell you many of us are pretty sore."
Of course, the feeling so eloquently expressed by
this Old Guard Senator represents the sentiment of
nearly ninety per cent of the others.
In an article early in the session I was foolish
enough to predict that no farm legislation would
be taken up at this session. By the time this piece
appears in print a farm bill of some sort will most
probably have been passed and be lying on Mr.
Coolidge's desk yawning for his signature or veto.
In forecasting that no earnest move to take up
the agricultural bills would be made I had underestimated the disfavor in which Mr. Coolidge is
held by all but a few of the Republican Senators.
While it was originally their intention to let the
matter go over until the next Congress, thereby
thrusting the disagreeable episode on him in the
tremulous days just prior to a national convention,
while, indeed, he was actively rounding up the
negro delegations, of the South, they could not
restrain their impetuosity and somewhat unwisely,
it will appear, they made the drive at this early date.
Whatever the outcome of this delicate matter
I do not look to see Mr. Coolidge damaged beyond
repair. Damaged somewhat he assuredly will be,
but not so much as the Senatorial clique hopes.
WHEN the Senate formed an alliance between
the farm bloc and the banking bloc to make
farm relief the unfinished business, the joy that
spread over many a Republican countenance was
unmistakable. The meeting was held in Mr. Dawes*
office off the Senate chamber. The customary bickering between the farm and banking leaders prevailed until Dawes thumped his desk and announced:
"I'm chairman of this meeting and this is what
you're going to do . . ." There and then he outlined
a unanimous-consent agreement which was presented to the Senate the next day.
Predicating his glee on the assumption that the
farm bill would be sent to the President, one ecstatic
Republican rejoiced: "He's caught either way.
If he vetoes it, Lowden will be made as a Republican candidate. If he signs it the Western crowd
will believe they have him on the run, and Wall
Street will say in disgust, 'Why, here's another
painted lath.' "
And this spirit of gleeful, open revolt is galloping
all over Capitol Hill.
\^X>
Beauty
I stayed in the field though the rain was beginning to fall
While the whips of lightning were cracking above my head
And watched the rain fingers lift my sun beaten corn
Like Christiana miracle bringing life to the dead.
It was none of my doing and yet I felt like a god
Bestowing his pity and strength in the way he designed.
Then the feeling passed and I stood there drenched to the skin
Trying to eteh the picture deep in my mind.
WjL
James Hearst.